A kiss remembers; how tongues launched bodies into orbits of white nothing, milky ways of no worries, eyes shut beneath a river of twisting..
“I don’t usually do this” Your mumbled half-lie drops through the air alongside his belt. Eyes dart left, then right, then left, then right..
Exposit Deluxe Edition is my first real exposure to spoken word poetry. The 10-track album catches my attention, especially the classic jazz which accompanies the..
SEMINAL BLUES (Post conversation with death) “Dying / Is an art, like everything else.” -Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” Your words do not meet..
In the year 1996, my grandmother hired a new maid called Fatima. On her first morning with us, she checked the cooler for leftovers and..
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